Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.